Part 46 (Patreon)
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âItâs just so hard, sometimes...to not live up to expectations.â Rylenka said. âOr to be judged harshly because youâre a halfbreed,â Miri commiserated. âExactly.â âWaitâŠlook at that.â Miri pointed off in the distance. Rylenka followed her gaze and saw a keep in the distance, rising above the trees. âI suspect we can arrive before nightfall. Hot food and sleeping indoors!â âMmmmhmmm, maybe even a bath,â Miri fantasized, before stopping herself and correcting, âWe donât know what weâll meet there. The keep isnât on any of our maps.â
The sun was low in the sky as they approached the keep. âWho goes there?â came a voice from the other side of the gate. Miriâs keen eyes searched for its source and found a short woman dressed in leathers and chain armor. She was carrying an average-sized sword that fit her diminutive form like a longsword.
Miri bit her lip nervously for a moment as she crafted her response. âIâm Miri and this is Rylenka. Weâve been on the road a long time, and are weary. We would greatly appreciate any hospitality you have to offer.â
âYouâre heavily armored for travelers.â Miri tried to smile, âWell, you know, the roads are dangerousââ
âLet them in, Ingrid,â came a voice from inside the keep, âIâm sure they wonât be any trouble.â
The short woman nodded. âYou can come in, but youâll have to surrender your weapons.â
Rylenka took the axe from her back, keen to hand the heavy thing over after days of carrying it. But Miri hesitated. âWe need to gold onto them.â
âWell, enjoy sleeping in the forest. We canât have armed strangers running around. It kind of defeats the purpose of building a keep. I can assure you theyâll be returned when you leave.â
Miriâs exhaustion and desire to enjoy some modicum of civilization overcame her caution. She nodded assent, âWell, thatâs a reasonable point.â Ingrid smiled and collected Miriâs sword and was nearly knocked back by the weight of Rylenkaâs axe.
âCome inside,â Ingrid said, closing the gate behind them, âthis forest gets ugly after dark.â
Through the keepâs door, they were brought down a corridor to a hall. It certainly wasnât a hall of royal proportions, but most nobles would have been proud of such a space. Seated at a long banquet table was a wild-haired woman wearing an elegant black dress. Her dark hair and eyes gave her a serious look, belied by the charmingly curious expression on her face. She gestured to them to join her at the table. âWelcome to our home. I am Nimue, and youâve already met Ingrid. You may join us for supper, but I havenât caught your names, yet.â
âIâm Rylenka, and this is Miri,âthe half-orc blurted out.
âPleased to meet you,â Nimue said, âmay I ask what brings you to our neck of the woods?â
Miri bit her lip nervously again, âWeâre um, on our way to visit my cousin in Haywild.â
âPlease, have a seat. If you donât mind my saying, youâre unusual travelling companions, wouldnât you agree, Ingrid?â
âA half elf in plate armor and a half orc in martial finery? Iâd say so.â
âWe have few visitors here. Please, indulge us with your tale. Where do you come from? When did you meet? Are you a couple? Or sisters in arms perhaps?â
âWeâre going to visit my cousin in Haywild,â Miri repeated, ignoring most of the barrage of questions.
âYou mentioned, that,â said Ingrid, âHeywild is a small town. I donât remember any elvesâŠâ
âThe human side of my family,â Miri responded, hoping to save her lie. She had always been terrible at masking the truth of things.
Niumue frowned, âWell, they must be a generation or two past your cousins, given the long lives of elvesâŠtell us the truth about what youâre doing here, who sent you.â
Miri attempted to stand up, but with a wave of her hand, Nimue caused her chair to slide back in, knocking her back into a sitting position. âLeaving so soon? I donât think so. Tell us why youâre here.â
âI canâtâŠâ Miri said, giving up on her lie but trying to hold out.
âClearly Bleakmourn didnât send a half-elf and a half orc,â Ingrid stated matter-of-factly as she locked the chamber door.
âNo,â said Nimue, âYouâre from the RealmsâŠbut the Orc clearly isnât. Why did they send you? Whatâs your interest in us?â
âWe have no interest other than a warm meal and a soft bed,â Miri said. Nimue glared at her, disbelieving.
âLook, I said youâd do the talking, but this is bullshit,â Rylenka said. âWeâre on a questâŠ.weâre looking for some kind of keyâŠ.or gem or somethingâŠâ
Miri buried her face in her palms. The young orc was endangering not just herself and her companion, but the realms, and her tribe.
âKeystone, thatâs it.â Rylenka continued.
With the mention of the word, Ingrid shot Nimue a knowing glance.
âNow, was that so hard?â Nimue said.
âWhy the hell are you so paranoid?â Rylenka asked.
âWell, you told us why youâre here, I think we owe you some information in return. We had to flee our homeland, because of a forbidden love.â Ingrid spoke up, âYou see, my mom raised me by herself, dad left us, she said. But as I grew up, people suspected something. Then one day, inquisitors came. They wanted a sample of blood. I tried to flee, but they caught me. When it was verified that I was part halfling, they executed my mother on the spot, and I was to be executed in a public ceremony, so the common folk knew what became of abominations like me. But what they didnât know is that some time ago, I had become close to a talented mage, and Nimue here sacrificed her wealth, position and prospects to save me. We fled to this keep, abandoned since the days of the troubles, and with her magic and my labor, made it a place worth staying.â
Miri was struck visibly when she realized that Rylenka had revealed their mission to people from Bleakmourne. âSo, you live in exile? She asked meekly.â
Nimue sighed, âQuite so, but Ingrid was worth it.â
Rylenka looked down, âI guess half-breeds have it bad all over.â
Ingrid nodded, âAs much as they hate halflings, they hate me worse, because Iâm a sign that weâre not so different. Iâm a threat to their concept of order.â
Miri, concerned, said, âWell, thatâs a tale of woe. Now that we understand each other, we shanât trouble you any longer. Letâs go, Rylenka.â
âBut we just got here.â
Nimue smiled, âYou should listen to your friend. Ingrid can prepare a warm bath, and we have all sorts of goodies and sweetmeats to nourish you.â
Miri stood up, âWe really must be going.â Her chair didnât knock her down this time, but Nimueâs expression was implacable. âI insist you stay, preferably as my honored guests.â
The half-elf put a hand on her companionâs shoulder, âCome on, weâre leaving.â
Rylenka reluctantly stood up.
âOrâŠif you insist, as prisoners!â Nimue added, waving her hand, and force pinned the two women to the wall behind them.
âI was enjoying our little chat, why did you have to go and spoil things?â
âWell,â said Ingrid, âPerhaps they can provide us some entertainment.â
âWe canât harm them, darling. The two of them and the information they carry would go quite a ways to restoring some of my reputation, and property.â
âBut weâre not going back to Bleakmourne, are we?â
âOf course not, darling, I wouldnât put you in harmâs way.â
âLet us go now, or youâll regret it!â
âDarling the time for that has long passed, andâŠwatching you struggle to move at all, I somehow think I have the upper hand.â
âI wonât harm them,â Ingrid said, âbut perhaps we canâŠhave a peek?â
Nimue smiled. âI have an ideaâŠletâs play truth or strip. You ask the first question.â
Ingrid looked at Rylenka. âHow do you know this half-elf?â
âShe was found on my clanâs land, bathing in the river; she was brought to my motherâs longhouse for judgement." Ingrid nodded, âToo weird to not be real,â your turn.
Nimue looked at Miryala, âWho sent you on a quest for the keystone?â
The half-elf remained silent. âCouldnât even be bothered to think up a lie. Sad,â said Niumue as she waved her hand and Miryalaâs gauntlets, pauldrons, and breastplate fell to the floor.
âWho is your mother?â Ingrid asked.
âLazgar, chief of the Shellmaw.â Ingrid frowned, disappointed. âIâm going to have to start asking harder questions.â
âWhy do you need this keystone?â Nimue asked. She was greeted with silence. âI make the rules here, we donât have to stick with one piece.â Miryalaâs greaves, thigh armor, and chain leggings crashed to the floor at once. âPink laceâŠquite the underwear for a questing knight. I suspected you were a pampered city mercenary. Let me guess, a noble house guard from the realms. WaitâŠdonât tell me. Iâll drag the information out of you slowly.â